Having a man sit you on his lap, right on top of his bulge as he shows you porn.
You don’t want to look, it makes you all tingly down in your special place. It makes you rock your hips against that big hard thing in his pants. It’s not like you can go anywhere either, he’s holding your hips and guiding the movement in his lap, feeling you up like a toy. Bouncing you.
“I don’t want to—“
“Don’t lie to me baby, I can feel how much you want to. Keep your eyes on the screen.” His hands slide up your body to pinch at your nipples, before grabbing your throat— dragging you closer to the screen, caging in around you as he humps your ass. Forcing you to watch as some cute little thing gets plowed by a massive cock, while threatening to do the same to you.
“Look at that. See that?” By now, you’re pinned to the desk, neck arching painfully to see the screen. He rewinds the video to the moment the man breeches her hole. Leaning down, he breathes beside your ear, “that is what I’m going to do to you.”
“Please, no, stop—“
“It’s a little too late for that, look at what you’ve done to me. It’s only fair you take care of it.” It being the monster cock contained behind a zipper. “Wiggling in my lap, humping my cock like a bitch in heat….”
As if he wasn’t the one to hold you still and make you watch those dirty films. His zipper came undone, shoving his pants down, his cock sprang free, prodding at your bare thighs, nudging against your hole. “Now relax, or else this is going to be uncomfortable.”
